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Two coffees. One paper bag of pastries. At this point, it had become muscle memory. Amara crossed the marina until she spotted him, lifting the extra cup with an easy smile. "Morning." She held it out. "I come bearing caffeine and I successfully defended the last pistachio pastry from an overly ambitious tourist. It was a close call." She glanced out toward the water before looking back at him. "So," she smiled, "what's the morning report? Anything exciting happen before I got here?"